Well, it flies away for a while but, if you live long enough, it circles back and you’re playing in the sandbox again before you know it. You just have to bear in mind that the laws that kept your kindergarten teacher from smacking the crap out of you like you deserved don’t apply to the valkyrene caretakers at the nursing home.

Frankly, those pictures of Jeter remind me of David Bowie at the end of The Hunger.

Those laws didn’t keep my 8th grade shop teacher from jumping on an opportunity to haul off and punch me.

Not that I didn’t probably deserve it….but still, I can’t wait until I am old and am no longer responsible for my dickishness.

My generation is going to be one angry sarcastic group of a-holes.

happytwinsfan - Feb 17, 2014 at 8:00 PM

it doesn’t fly away or circle back. it just takes a good while to figure out that you never really left the sandbox in the first place.

Old Gator - Feb 17, 2014 at 8:02 PM

It does sometimes feel that way, doesn’t it? Which would be fine if not for the cat turds….

happytwinsfan - Feb 17, 2014 at 9:02 PM

like my daddy warned me, “getting old ain’t for sissies”.

pisano - Feb 18, 2014 at 12:46 AM

Gator, I hadn’t quite visualized the nursing home, but you bring up a good point about circling back.

Old Gator - Feb 18, 2014 at 11:19 AM

Yeah, a few years ago I read that the northern Macondo neighborhood of L’Avventura was building a new elementary school. Living as I do in the deepest darkest south of Macondo, I was not aware of the encroaching yuppification of a cold northern zone that was, until relatively recently, a holding pen for the afterlife (and I say “relatively” because it’s where yuppies used to warehouse their parents and grandparents). Ergo, when I read “elementary school,” I had visions of students starting in fifth grade, then regressing to fourth grade, then third, then second, then kindergarten….I guess there’s still room for schools like that in the St. Petersburg area, though.